[He kisses the back of her hand before they drop their entwined fingers together. A loft, was it?] Ah, a secret loft rendezvous. A very good choice.

[He takes her word for it. It's certainly not his first time in a barn, and while it's not one of his all time favorite places for such rendezvous, he's hardly the sort to complain. And with the winter around them, snow falling once more, it could be a lovely view.

He allows her to take to the ladder first, climbing up after to what is, actually, quite comfortable. There's no dark corners or wisps of dust through the air, nor the vague smell of rotting hay and mice. It's clean, with a large window facing out into the winter, the snow-capped trees, yet not a bit of cold leeches through it.

Blankets, as she promised, lush and with deep, thick furs (that one might be his influence. Oops. One cannot make love without furs, in his opinion.)] You're right. It's beautiful up here. Possibly the cleanest barn I've ever seen in my life. And no phantasmal cows! Yet.